Halloween Night II is a steaming mound of poo. Yeah, sorry to be the bearer of predictable news, but after having read the first Halloween Night last year, I already had distaste for this twosome—so it’s no shock this one is worse. That’s how it is with sequels lol. My only positives are the Halloween atmosphere being topping the first book, as it delivers proper festive mood in the final thirty pages which is good enough for me, alongside a great scene halfway through the book in Angela’s house, and R.L. Stine’s scrumptious writing. His style is easy-read and concise, which I like. Now to bash…. Brenda (our protagonist) is a shitty character surrounded by plenty more shitty characters, whether it be her friends, siblings, or the fat man. Everyone in this book was just irritating, and there’s not a single character I dug. Dina returns from the first book too in a shocking twist, as she was the “killer” last time (even though no one died)—and guess what? Her character is completely sidelined and underused. She’s just a red herring now and is just magically better after only a single year in the psych ward, and I find that cheap. She could’ve had a redemption arc, been a larger threat with a better motive this time around, or even have died halfway through for pure shock. I’m Shakespeare, I know. But we didn’t get anything with was could’ve been the most interesting arc in R.L. Stine’s YA bibliography. Utterly wasted. The fat man is also an annoying red herring that should’ve been resolved far earlier in the book (and their deal in the story was too obvious), but they saved it for the final chapter of the book. It was beyond drawn out by then and it just pissed me off. Brenda also fails to question the correct suspects which is also annoying; she will fall back on her cousin Halley or her friends and not think for a second that Dina, the girl who nearly murdered her less than 365 days ago, could be behind it. And I’m even more pissed off that the story gave fanfare to her idiocy, moving into the killer, who actually did kill someone this time ‘round. Thank Darwin. I don’t dislike the identity as I was certain they were at least involved, but I think the story would’ve favored two or more people as the killers. It would’ve tidied up Halley (who, no matter what the book says, is just as psycho as Brenda) had she been in cahoots, or even made use of that random fight between Halley and Jake partway through the story. That felt disconnected. Also, the motive was ass… again… and it was barely even a motive. There’s a rushed rekindling of Halley and Brenda’s completely farce and clearly inadequate relationship as the end which I didn’t buy at all as they’re both terrible people who had little work over two whole books to improve their bond (lack there of). Intro sucked as well. Overall, 1.5/10. It’s complete ass and not worth your time, even if that cover is amazing and the idea of a Halloween thriller in vain of Fear Street by R.L. Stine sounds appetizing, because trust me, it’s “boiling shi’ in a ke’le.” Oh yeah, I guess we’ll never know who the prowler was… 🫠